"But why would she want me? I mean, want to be friends with me?"
"Look at you. I'd be your friend if I didn't have one foot in the grave."
"You are my friend, Grandma."
"Well, there you go then."
"I don't think that helps me any," he said.
"Are you afraid it's a prank or something? Some punk ass punks trying to pull one over on you?"
"No," he said, laughing. "Don't say 'punk ass punks', Grandma."
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